Chapter 1
It was a damp dark night and a light drizzle of rain ran down the outside of the office windows as I sat at my desk filling out paper work. For some reason I put down my pencil and sat back and listened to the unusual silence of the night.
An uneasiness came over me as I got up and walked over to the bar and pulled a cigar from the humidor. I clipped the end and then with a silver lighter from my pocket lit it up slowly turning the cigar as I drew in. Puffs of blue grey smoke filled the air as I blew out. With the cigar hanging from my lips, I then reached for a glass and poured myself a shot of scotch from the decanter.
With scotch and cigar in hand I wandered back over to the window and pulled down one of the blinds with a finger and stared out into the blackness. It was too quiet and I had a gut feeling it would not be long before my phone would ring and another case would fall onto my lap. This shit hole of a city with it’s nooks and crannies and gutters filled with the scum of the earth. How the fuck I ever ended up a Private Detective in this place, God only knows.
On the other side of town in a dirty back alley under a pale street lamp a John was bending a gorgeous brunette Whore over the hood of his car. Her voluptuous breasts burst out of her thin white blouse soaked from the evening rain, while water dripped down her face as he pulled her hair back and spread her long legs apart with his feet and reached between her legs and tore her panties off.
How was I to know that one of them would soon be dead and I would be trying to solve one of the most erotically twisted cases I had yet to encounter.
Without even getting her ready he thrust his hard cock into her well used cunt and covered her mouth with his other hand as she let out a moan.
The fucking Whore was so wet. She had fucked at least 5 other Johns that evening in the same spot, in the same way he thought as he looked down at her. He continued to pound her cunt as he thought about the strangers who fucked her that night before him. How they saw the same sight as he was now; Her beautiful heart shaped ass flowing into her delicate back, her long brunette hair wrapped around his fingers and falling down her back, her huge breasts swaying as her nipples brushed against the hood of his car, her cunt stretched around his hard cock.
She was so hot, it was impossible not to cum and he could imagine each of the men exploding and filling her with their hot semen. He could picture each John finishing up by pushing her face back down into the hood of the car as they pulled up their pants while their seed dribble out of her cunt and down her legs. Finally they would pull her up by the hair and push her to the side and throw the money at her. Then as the money fell over her naked breasts and half clothed body and down onto the ground, they would get into their cars and drive off into the night.
She would be left alone there in the dark dingy dirty back alley to pick up the money and stuff it into her purse and pull up her panties and button up her blouse and adjust her short skirt and then walk back out to the street in search of another trick.
“You fucking gorgeous dirty cheating whore.” He said as he blew his load into her and pushed her face down into the hood of his car. A wealthy and successful businessman and cuckold to the core he loved that she was used and spent each night from fucking untold numbers of strange men, filling her purse with crumpled bills and her cunt and stomach with hot semen.
The ringing of the phone brought me back as I let go of the blinds and turned to answer it. “Yes Commissioner this is Dick, what can I help you with?” The urgency in his voice answered my question as I hung up the phone and grabbed my overcoat and rushed out into the night.
Chapter 2
I got to the scene and was oddly surprised at how quiet it was. The streets around had been closed off with barricades but no flashing lights and there was only one other officer beside the Commissioner at the scene. I walked over to the car as the Commissioner greeted me. “We found him here just like this. Dead in his car here in the back alley.” “Cause of death?” “Well that is the mystery. There are no gunshot or knife wounds. No signs of a struggle or even blunt force trauma.” “So how did he die?” “That is what I was hoping you might help me with.” I looked at him and then back to the victim. “Who found him? Has anyone disturbed the scene?” “It was an anonymous call. A black and white was close by and when they arrived no one was around. This is the officer who found him.” The Commissioner pointed at the officer who was standing off in the distance and then continued. “He called me directly and I came out.” “Well he must be someone important for you to get up in the middle of the night and come out yourself.”
I lit up a cigar and looked around for a moment, then bent down and took some time to study him closely.” His face was still warm and so instinctively I reached to, but could not feel a pulse. He was in his mid 50’s I would guess. Clean cut and clean shaven. He smelled of aftershave with a tinge of scotch and was dressed very well in a tailored grey business suit with a blue tie. Oddly enough silver cuff links and a Swiss watch both still in place. I reached over and felt for his wallet which was also still on him in his right pocket. I pulled it out and looked inside and found it full of cash. Puzzled I thought for a moment and then looked at his neck and face; lightly pink and swollen.
I was about to pull up when I noticed a tinge of red behind his ear. I asked for a flashlight and shined it behind, noticing what appeared to be smudged lipstick on his neck and collar. I then continued to shine the flashlight down the front of his suit coming to his pants where with some careful investigation found the zipper to be half undone.
“I think you need to get him to the coroner and see if he has had sex this evening.” I said as I stood up. The Chief grabbed my arm and tugged me to the side. “That is not possible.” “And why?” “Because this is David White.” “The David White? The investment banker David White?” “Yes the one and the only.” I turned to look back at the man and the car. I had guessed him to be important, but why had I not recognized him? “Which is why you called me here.” I added as I continued looking. “I wondered why you called me in such a hurry and were so keen to let me look and why there were so few officers around. It isn’t as if you do not have good investigators of your own on the police force.” My eyebrows raised. “You are thinking of keeping this quiet?” “Exactly. This needs to be kept out of the press and investigated outside of our office right now because if it is known he is dead it could cause untold mayhem among businesses he was invested in.” “What about his family?” “He only has a wife and we have not informed her yet. I was planning on going over to see her later this evening once I had the scene cleaned up.” “So how will you deal with the body?” “Very carefully. Besides you and this officer and the Mayor, no one else knows this has happened until we can assess what the next step is to be?” “The Mayor already knows?” “Yes, he was the first one I called when I got to the scene. It was the Mayor who suggested I call you.”
Now things were starting to make sense. Police are not usually very found of Private Detectives, especially Commissioners. But I had done the Mayor a solid a few months ago when he was being black mailed over a small indiscretion his wife had. He contacted me and I quickly and quietly handled it saving his family some considerable public embarrassment. Of course I did not charge him my usual fee because I knew one day he would be a good one to have a favour owing.
I said my goodbyes to the Commissioner and walked back to my car. I drove back to my office stopping by an all-night liquor store along the way to grab a new bottle of scotch. Something told me I would be getting an unexpected visitor and it was going to be a very long night.
The knock at the door woke me as I sat up on the couch. “One moment.” I said as I wiped the drool from the side of my mouth and got up and went to the door and opened it. On the other side stood a woman dressed in a long trench coat with a large brimmed hat. “Mr. Noir?” She quietly said as looked carefully around to see if anyone was watching or listening. “Yes. Please come in.” I said as I held the door open for her and she walked past me.
I closed and locked the door behind her, checking through the blinds to ensure she had not been followed. Out front on the street was a black sedan and seated in the front a driver. He started the car and pulled away. “He will drive around the block and come back for me when I am ready.” She said as she stared at the inside of my office. “Please let me get your coat.” I said as I reached over to her and carefully helped her off with the trench coat. “Thank you Mr. Noir.” She said as she took her hat off and her long brunette hair rolled down over her shoulders. She tussled it with her hands to fix it up. She was an attractive woman, very well and I found myself pausing to stare at her for a moment as I reached for a pack of cigarettes in the top drawer of my desk. “Care for a smoke?” I asked as I held up the pack?” “Yes, and a stiff drink if you have one.” She replied. I did not take her as a hard liquor drinker, but I was not one to judge so first lit her cigarette and then turned to pour both her and myself a scotch.
I handed her the glass and then went to toast by habit and stopped myself. “Now Mr. Noir. Don’t let me stop you from pleasant formalities. She said as she raised a glass. “The cheating ass-hole is dead and that is something to toast to.” “So I am guessing your are the not so grieving widow?” I replied as I took a sip. “Depends on what there is to grieve about. If you consider a prenuptial combined with endless infidelity a grievance?” She continued. I did not know what to say at this time. I want you to find out how he died and who he was seeing and what happened. I want to find a way to break the prenuptial or embarrass his company so they pay me off quietly or risk an embarrassing public fight.
I will pay you dearly. She spread her legs and I could see she was not wearing panties. I tried not to look but she caught me briefly staring. “Now Dick don’t feel bad. It hasn’t been properly abused for a very long time.” Unexpectedly she stood up and walked over to me and then straddled me. I could feel the lips of her cunt part as she began to slide up and down my trousers while saying; “And if you are especially good I will give you a bonus.” She continued to grind on me then just as suddenly stood up and slapped my face while saying. “But not until you catch the killer Mr. Noir.”
She reached into her pocket and dropped an envelope of cash on my lap and then turned and threw her coat over her shoulders, put on her hat and disappeared into the black sedan waiting outside.
Chapter 3
The next evening I awoke and threw on my trench coat. I walked to the local diner where Asa, a 19 year old waitress rustled me up a plate of bacon and eggs. “You are the only person I know who comes in for breakfast every night at 8 pm.” She said to me as I wolfed down the grub. “Well I never get up until 7 pm because all my work unfortunately happens after dark.” I replied as I stabbed at my breakfast with my fork and knife.
She leaned over and poured me another coffee. She had a beautiful face with dimples and shining blue eyes, and a tight young body and round ass to die for and looking down her open top I could see her small breasts and the edge of her nipples. “I have to go clean the bathroom now if you have time for dessert tonight.” She finished topping up my coffee then stood back up and slowly turned and walked over to the bathroom looking back at me. I looked around the room. The diner was quiet except for an old couple seated off in the corner and the chef who was buried somewhere in the back doing god knows what. So I stood up and left a $20 bill on the counter for breakfast and a tip and then followed her into the bathroom.
I pushed her into our usual stall as the door banged against the wall and she climbed on top of the toilet and grabbed onto the pipe as I pulled her panties down and buried my face into her 19 year old ass. My tongue found its way between the folds of her vagina and I lapped at her juices and then licked up her ass and pushed my tongue as deep as I could into her ass-hole while she moaned. “Fuck my ass-hole with your tongue Dick. Get it good and ready for that big dick of yours.” I pulled her down and spread her firm cheeks with my hands and shoved my cock up her tight ass-hole and began pounding away. “You are so turned on tonight Dick. Did some bitch get you hot and bothered?” “Yes.” I replied looking down at my cock plunging in and out of her ass. “Is she hot?” “Yes she is.” “Fuck Dick. When you fuck the shit out of the bitch please come here right after and let me taste her cunt all over that cock of yours.” She moaned as she started to cum. “Only if you are a good girl tonight and make me cum.” “Fuck yes daddy. I will be such a good girl for you and make you cum so hard.” She turned and got down and then and began licking her ass juices off my cock. Then she reached up between my legs with her tongue and started licking my ass-hole while violently stroking my cock with her hands. “Do you like that daddy. When I crawl on the floor like a dirty girl and lick your ass-hole?” “Yes baby. You are doing such a good job?” “Will you please fuck that hot bitch and let me taste her cum on your cock.” She continued to shove her tongue up my ass-hole and jerk my cock as my balls jumped up and down. I looked down and her and pulled her head up by her hair and knowing I was about to cum she opened up her mouth and hungrily swallowed as I shot my load down her throat.
Good Detective work is based on a couple very simple principles. One is to look for the obvious and go with your gut feeling because most often your intuition is right. Another is not to get caught up in thinking there is only one way a person will respond or a thing could have happened. Because in the end you may get caught with your pants down. I needed to look into David Whites company to find out more about him. The newspaper archives gave me a good start, followed by a trip to a local investment broker with some general questioning. It wasn’t long until I discovered David had a partner named Sam Elliot.
A little digging found that Sam Elliot was a much more aggressive but far less successful and philanthropic business person than David was, leaving some business columnists to wonder how David could be so brilliant in business but so stupid in choosing Sam as a business partner. Some even went so far as to feel Sam had shady business dealings with the underground.
With a little more mining I was able to find out that David and Sam had attended Harvard together and that had been the start of their relationship. When a person is young sometimes they make mistakes that follow them for the rest of their life and in Davids case it appears Sam was it.
There were many people who could be responsible for Davids death from former business dealings to his current partner, even his jealous wife. But the fact that it was not yet public knowledge that he was dead, gave me both a head start and somewhat of a bad start.
I decided to start with Sam his partner who obviously had the most to gain from David’s death. Sam did not expect me as he turned on the light in his office. “How did you get in? Who the hell are you?” David asked. “I am a Private Investigator. I wanted to ask you some questions about your partner David.” “Well you could have made a proper appointment.” “I am not the appointment kind, and prudence is a much better approach in this case.” “Why, is David in some kind of trouble?” “Well that depends. You two have been partners for some time? How has business been going?” “Well if you are any kind of Detective, I am sure you have done your research. It is no secret David and I do not necessarily see eye to eye.” “The press seems to feel you two are on the outs and that you have entirely different business perspectives.” “Well the press has their agenda and though David and I are partners, we do not always know what each other is up to. Wouldn’t it be much easier for you to just tell me what David has done? Or is there something I can give you to let me know what David has done.” “The night is too young to go that way just yet.” I replied at his not so subtle bribe offer, not entirely taking it off the table either.
As the conversation continued, I was trying to find a way for Sam to let me know David was dead. But Sam was instead was getting the idea that for some reason David was under investigation which had me confused. Either way it was time for me to leave and see what Sam would do next. I thanked him and then left getting into my car and driving away. I drove up the street and pulled off and shut off my car. Watching through my side and rear view mirror, it was not long before Sam came out and walked across the street getting into his car. I slouched down as he drove past me and then slowly pulled out and followed him, leaving my lights off.
Sam drove straight to the bad side of town, to a strip and gambling club owned by the mob. I waited until Sam went in, and then I came around the back and slipped the chef a $20 and walked through the kitchen. I found a quiet dark corner and sat where Sam would not see me, and then sat and watched both Sam and the good-looking dame dancing on stage. It was not long before a man walked in and sat next to Sam. It’s a big town, but also a small town and you get to know fairly quickly who is who, and the man who sat next to Sam was Rudy Stevenson, a freelance hit-man known to be reasonably good but with a love for the drink and women. I left the two to talk for a bit and throw money at the dancers while I snuck back through the kitchen and to my car.
Knowing Rudy was somehow involved, made setting a trap and getting some crucial information a bit easier. I decided to swing by and get Asa. Then have her dress up in a wig and makeup to disguise herself as a whore and then go into the club when Sam left and flirt with Rudy. It was not long before Rudy had her in his car and she was bringing him back to a room we had chosen at a nearby seedy motel. As the two of them fumbled for the keys and half made out walking to the room, I crawled in the back window and waited in the closet. Once inside, she pours him a glass of drugged Scotch and then puts on a strip show while I wait in the closet. Once he passes out, I come out with rope tie him and gag him and throw him in the back of his car while she hops in mine and drives home.
Chapter 4
Rudy wakes up suddenly to the sounds and lights of an oncoming train as I put smelling salts in front of his nose. It does not take him long to realize he is tied to the tracks as distant train is approaching. “What the fuck? What… Who the hell are you?” He asks unable to see my face in the dark. “It doesn’t matter who I am. All that matters in the next few minutes is that you answer my questions very honestly before that oncoming train runs over your head tied to this track.” “What the hell do you want? I can pay you. I can take care of problems you need taking care of.” “Right now I think you need to listen carefully.” What were you and Sam Elliot meeting about tonight? Now think before you answer because you only have about 1.5 minutes before your brains are smashed all over this track.” “A job. He wanted me to whack some guy, but I didn’t. I mean I hadn’t. I swear.” “What guy?” The whistle of the train in the background grew louder and by this time Rudy was flailing away trying to get out and peeing himself. “What guy?” “Some rich business guy. A David… David White. But I swear I never killed him.” “You are lying? You did kill him.” “No I swear. I was supposed to kill him next week when he and his wife went boating. Mr. Elliot wanted me to make it look like a boating accident. I would knock them out, crash and sink the boat so they would drown and then row back in the life boat. A simple idea. But I did not do it. I swear.” I clicked the button on the tape recorder in my pocket and then stood up. The train whistle blew louder as I stepped aside and he screamed. The train roared by on the adjacent track as I walked back to his car.
I woke the Commissioner up and told him to come get Rudy who would confess to Sam hiring him to attempt to kill David which would put Sam away for a very long time. But as for the murder of David, I was now at a dead end.
I drove back through the city racking my brain as to which way I should investigate next. I first drop Rudy’s car off at a quiet street, then I walk the rest of the way over to make sure Asa got home safe and pick up my car. Next I drive past the Whites house to see what Mrs. White is up to, only to find the lights off and no one home. I sit there for a moment in my car outside the Whites house thinking, and then for some reason I decide to drive past the spot where David was killed.
As I approach I see a car parked in the exact spot David was killed. I pull off to the side and get out of my car and quietly sneak over while sticking closely to the shadows. I see a hooker with two men. She is bent over the hood of the car and the first man is fucking her while the other looks on. When he is finished the second takes his turn. When the first and second finish with her, they throw money at her and walk away. She continues bent over the car and looks over to the drivers seat where a third man unexpectedly gets out of the car. He walks over to her and starts to slap her like he is punishing her for something she did wrong. I am thinking this must be her pimp or something and unsure if she is in danger I go in quietly with my gun and put it to his back. I am about to speak when the woman turns to look back at me and I realize it is Mrs. White in a short blonde haired wig. In complete shock I step back as the man, the dead David White then turns to me and begins to speak. “Good evening Mr. Noir?” “What the fuck?” I reply. “You are supposed to be dead and I am supposed to be out looking for your killer. And you Mrs. White?” “Well I am not dead Mr. Noir and I am sure by now you are wondering what is going on?”
“First off, my wife and I have an unusual and very open relationship which is what this is, and which has nothing to do with my company. Now as far as my death and my company is concerned. I knew Sam was up to no good but could not prove it, so with a little help from the Commissioner we staged my murder so that you could find out what Sam was really up to.” David looked over and I also turned to see in the shadows the second man who was standing there watching and who very closely resembled a disguised Commissioner. I put the gun down and stood there speechless and he in turn gave me a smile and then turned and walked off into the dark.”
David continued. “So see you solved the case for us Mr. Noir and in turn saved my life for which I owe you a great deal of gratitude.” He then reached into his pocket and threw me a me an envelope full of cash. “Here is your fee which my wife promised with a bonus for solving it so quickly.” I looked down at the money flipping it through my fingers as he continued. “Now as I see it you have two choices. You can go home and enjoy your money or you can first enjoy my wife and then go home and enjoy your money.”
In all my years of detective work I had not seen anything with such an abrupt and unusual ending. I stopped for a moment and looked down at the money and then over at the beautiful Mrs. White who looked back at me with her legs spread and her panties pulled down around her ankles. “I told you Mr. NoirI would give you a bonus.” She said to me. I put the money into my pocket, pushed her head into the hood of the car and unzipped my fly.
The End